Resolutions
Mike and I are going to Hogwarts! Someone mentioned Florida in the comments and I immediately thought why would I want to go there? It seems so far away! I’m still thinking of life in the Pacific Northwest, not the Mid-Atlantic.
Then I remember the world of the Harry Potter world. I’ve wanted to go since it opened, but had no desire to drag along little children. I just figured it would be a dream denied (better a dream denied than a dream ruined by whining children) and never even considered going without the kids. I thought if it was still around when they were old enough to enjoy it we could go then. But would they really agree to go to Harry Potter World when OMG! DISNEY WORLD!!! is right there? (the caps are the way the kids view Disney World. It kind of sounds like a nightmare to me).
Soooooo. . . what a perfect idea for a 10th anniversary trip! I think I would be bored silly laying around in the sun or mooning around at nature. Marital re-connecting can only take up so many hours of the day. We both love Harry Potter, so this is going to be fabulous.
I wanted to stay at the park, but the prices are way too outrageous. We just can not justfify $400 a night in a hotel room, even if the room is completely fabulous. We are going to stay in a much nicer hotel than normal to make it special, but not that special.
Any suggestions are very welcome. Neither of us have ever been to Florida or done much in the way of visiting theme parks. I know we will want to purchase a fast pass for at least one of the days. I’m not sure how many days it takes to cover the theme park. Will two or three suffice? We are planning on staying five full days, but is there something else we should be doing while we are there? We’re going to fly. Should we rent a car and drive out to a beach one day?
I am so giddy and excited! I called my mom to tell her this plan and to make her double triple pinky swear promise that she wouldn’t leave us in the lurch no matter what happened back home. Frankly, a few days of foster care for the kids would probably be the least of their worries if it came to that. I know foster care can be horrific, but their daily life is horrific.
Btw, my sister is supposedly going into rehab next weekend, so she’s disappeared. She finally called her husband (the boyfriend has found a new girlfriend so he’s out of the picture) and said she was going on one last bender before she starts rehab. I don’t think it’s supposed to work that way?
Soooooo. . . if my mom cancels on us I don’t know what I will do. I will be so livid that the cosmonauts up in the space station will be seeing flames shooting up from the earth.
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Resolution to my career as a reluctant prostitute: I haven’t had a call since yesterday at 8 am. A lot of guys want blowjobs at 8 am. I would have though that was the time prostitutes were going to bed for the day, but I guess they can make some morning woody rounds before heading home for the day.
There were three persistent texters so I let them all know they had the wrong number. One was a. . . nice?. . . guy once he found out the ad was a wrong number. He’s the one who alerted me to the fact that the number was in a craigslist ad and he gave me the 10 digit id number to help me resolve the problem (the ad was down before I could even view it).
The other guy just stopped texting, which was good.
The last guy didn’t care that he had the wrong number. “if u hav tits it al good. lets git wit it.” I told him, unless he was looking for a fat forty year old house wife who was chronically exhausted he needed to look elsewhere. I know I shouldn’t have engaged, but I thought that would drive the message home.
Apparently any warm mouth with tits is fine with him because he said it was ok, he was still ready to git wit it. Do I know how to make an attractive offer, or what?
I was starting to feel like the Dowager. I am not accustomed to being spoken to in such a manner.
I listened to all the voice mails and don’t have a single exciting thing to report. Most of them just involved a lot of heavy breathing, which doesn’t seem the most efficient way to hire a prostitute. I suppose they didn’t want to run the risk of being recorded? It could have been a sting operation. There were a few who spoke, but maybe they were speaking in a different language or something because I couldn’t understand a word they were saying.
Guess I better wrap this up and go do my make-up. Mike and I are going to a Murder at the Mansion show. I got a haircut today so a professional could style it and I am not pleased. My regular stylist is on vacation so I had to take potluck. This guy flat ironed my hair, which I hate. I like a little fluff.